It was 8.40 AM, we were climbing slowly, very slowly, around 15-20 kmph, with great difficulty, I could still see 2-3 uphill bends, at 4500mtrs this was highest point of my whole trip. Air was thin, oxygen less, my motorcycle was gasping for breath, then the doubt crept in my mind, was it a mistake to bring this motorcycle to Kunzum Top, with all luggage-saddle bags, tank bag and a pillion.
It was cold outside but there was sun too, same was happening with thoughts in my mind, sometime dark sometime bright, again uphill turn, loose soil everywhere, rocks, losing my momentum every time, full throttle in first gear until 5k RPM, second gear no juice left, Kunzum Top still 3 KMs.
Snow capped mountains,gentle breeze whispering in my ears – you have come till this point, you will surely go through this, with difficulty but eventually you will come out victorious. I smiled, short lived smile, HRTC bus honked with élan breaking my thought process, with curve ahead, no momentum I had to stop to give it side, now what? Will my machine die on me or will it take me through to more and more beautiful places far and high?
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